If you haven't checked out DJ Flatcracker from Salt Lake City, he's got a worthy selection of downloads here. Just snagged Subway Lush. Definitely on the fluff side, but easier listening than some of my co-workers.
Ok not exactly. Actually kind of a joke. Two of my colleagues wanted to schlep all the way to McDonald's for their FREE LATTE FRIDAY crap, so off we clumped to the one on Redmond Way (passing 3 Starbucks and a Tully's mind you). Seems there was quite the line of fools customers lined up (actually sizeable in the drive through), all having succombed to the hype seen on today's front page of the Seattle Times. What made it such a sham was the amount of time these fools customers had to wait once their order was placed. We nearly gave up after 10 minutes, but held out on principle ("we've come this far, damnit...").
Verdict on the latte? "Meh, ok I guess."
I thought of ordering one, but held strong in my 3-4-5 year (can't remember) boycott since that fateful matinee viewing of Super Size Me while suffering through an intolerably wicked hangover. I ended up back at Starbucks to hang with Amber, my favorite manager/barista.
Bottom line: Starbucks and your local mom'n'pop coffee shops have nothing to worry about.
It may have been out for a while, but I just picked up Mark Farina's Live in Tokyo on iTunes. I've got almost everything he's spun, but this has really got a few extra cylinders firing. Perhaps his best since United DJ's of America Volume 9. Seriously great beats and technically marvelous transitions. Check out the track Job Satisfaction if you ever get a chance. Wicked.
Katie and I are thoroughly hooked on AMC's Breaking Bad. Well maybe me more than she. Anyway, Bryan Cranston is incredible as the cancer-stricken chemistry teacher turned meth cooker. If you happened to catch last night's episode, you've learned that he's also a BADASS. Lots of twists and turns, plots and subplots, rotten eggs and goodie goodies, all make for very emotional television. Check it out if you get a chance.
Yeah yeah, I know, for whatever reason the press is making a big hub-bub about that lunchtime classic, the sandwich. The SANDWICH people, c'mon?! Somehow it's once again become "fashionable" in the culinary world, go figure? But since I was five, when my dad brought home subs from Le Grand Appetit in Great Falls after many a long hot day slogging in the yard, I've sought after pastramification perfection, and this time I may have found it.
To that end, my coworker Anthony and I decided to celebrate a gloriously sunny day by sneaking out of work and racing from Redmond to Pioneer Square (I almost got a ticket) for the porchetta @ Salumi. Esquire magazine voted it one of the best sandwiches in America, and for good reason: it's unbelievable! Heaps of heavenly seasoned pulled pork, meticulously prepared onions and peppers, some sort of garlicky sauciness, all on a fresh baguette. While I really only needed half, I succumbed to larger gastro-intestinal forces and downed the whole thing. Between that culinary monstrosity and a recent lack of quality sleep, I need a nap so bad...and some nitroglycerin pills...and this lamp....this lamp and this ashtray and these pills, and that's all I need.
Next stop, Kevin Davis' Po' Boy @ Steelhead Diner.
Pesha, anytime you want to go to Salumi, we'll be happy to go. One of those fun hole-in-the-wall type places,... read more
on I made a pilgrimage...for a sandwich!